This is a perfect day for bananafish.

Last night, I went to see "Angels and Demons" with a friend. It was eh.

Fun fact: my dad went to seminary school back in Vietnam to become a Catholic priest. He went through years of the schooling/discipline and was about a month away from being ordained when he dropped out. His parents were not happy.

Now it's cloudy and raining outside for the first time in months and I'm perfectly content. I ordered a huge pizza for all of us. They love it. That pizza used to be a part of a weekly routine for the high school years: school gets out early on Monday, we would go thrifting, we would get hungry so we would eat at Brooklyn's or Magpies. I told my youngest brother he needs to taste the pizza straight out of the oven. Nothing's the same if it isn't fresh out the oven. I'm supposed to be packing and moving out of the cozy, kind of old house near the University and back home for the summer, to save money. Instead, we're chowing down on pizza and getting full.

There is a Michael Jackson vs. Prince night at Club Congress tonight. I'm obligated to go as the DD. It is nice to be sure my friends get home safe but taking care of drunks, driving home dead-tired when the sun rises, and being around drugs isn't what I want my life to be. People do what they please and I'm not judgmental but I'm just glad I'm drug-free and not an alcoholic. It's just a choice I made, not something I throw in people's faces. But now is a crucial time where I need positive people in my life because it's crunch time.